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There's a house on my street |
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And it looks real neat |
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I'm the chap who lives in it |
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There's a tree on the sidewalk |
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There's a car by the door |
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I'll go for a drive in it |
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And when the wombat comes |
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He will find me gone |
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He'll look for a place to sit |
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs |
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The dog just bit my leg |
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My teenage daughter ran away |
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My fine young son has turned out gay |
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Cut off my fingers in the |
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Door of my car |
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How could I do it? |
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My wife is proud to tell me |
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Of her love affairs |
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How could she do this to me? |
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs |
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The dog just bit my leg |
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My teenage daughter ran away |
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My fine young son has turned out gay |
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And it would be O.K. on any other day |
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And it would be O.K. on any other day |
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Throw down the morning papers |
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And spill my tea |
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I don't know what's wrong with me |
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The cups and plates are in a |
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Conspiracy |
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I'm covered in misery |
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My wife has burned the scrambled eggs |
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The dog just bit my leg |
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My teenage daughter ran away |
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My fine young son has turned out gay |
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And it would be O.K. on any other day |
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And it would be O.K. on any other day |
